Sneak Peek at short story #3: “A Brief History of a Life”, 1st paragraph
“She sat in the one room house with the dirt floor in a crude wooden chair starting at a dead owl hanging upside down in front of her. She reached out and gently touched the feathers with her fingertips. They were black, white and grey with flecks of brown. The owl was large or maybe it just seemed large compared to her small frame. She seemed to be 11 or 12 years old. She had light coppery colored hair pulled back into a tight bun at the back of her head. She was wearing a shin length dress that was so faded it seemed almost devoid of color. She was thin, pale and frail looking. She grabbed the owl’s wing with her bony fingers and pulled it until it was completely stretched out. She sat in silence by herself; she was always by herself, folding the wing back and forth. She was quietly observing how it worked, how it moved and watching the beautiful feathers slide in and out. It was mesmerizing.”
I am working on a book of short stories. So far I have three completed. I would like to get two more completed and then self-publish the collection.
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